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As they walked, Arrane began to answer her questions. Honestly, they weren't the ones she wanted to hear. Well, not exactly all the way hated, but in-between. However, one thing she knew she did not want to do was sit around. She was useless the entire beginning of her life. No longer did she want to be the "fluff". Being the fluff was boring, and did not give you anything to achieve. As he finished, he offered a friendly nudge and laugh. She relaxed a little, her shoulders noticeably falling into a less tense position. Just as she began to speak, another approached, one of them uni-corns. He addressed Arrane as if they were good friends, which she assumed was a good thing. She was so scared of becoming the "not be" equine. She was tired of being that example. He introduced himself as Apollo, a Chief. What did a chief do? It sounded important. Too important. She shied a little back behind Arrane, angling herself so he couldn't get to her if he was going to capture her and take her to Sinac. She had to ask him some questions first.
Her voice was a little timid, but it managed not to crack or do anything other than waver. "Apollo." The name came off with a slight waver. "I'm Micha." Her own name came off more confidently, and she side stepped from her hiding place a little. "I need something to do, I can't be useless anymore." Her voice was wavering, but very sure. She was standing her ground. She must do something. To not do anything would force her to go, she needed a purpose, and she hoped, for the sake or Arrane and herself that she could reside here. Strong golden eyes looked to Apollo, awaiting this so called chief's answer. By now, she was standing side by side with Arrane, confident in her demand.
"blah blah blah."
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